The Dad He Didn't Have To Be Novels & Stories

But, you know what? Despite of everything that happened. I grew up still contented of just having my Dad because I know that he did everything for me not to feel like we lack of someone in our lives. Dad worked so hard to lift up the company that fell into the mud. It was the reason why my mother left us. The company fell into bankruptcy, but my Dad worked hard to lift it again. Months later, the company was able to perform somewhat fine. It was still struggling, but at least, we didn't completely lived in the streets because of the lose.

“Also, mom. I would like to ask...” “Hm? What is it, sweetie?” “Um...I don't know how to ask this, but by any chance, did dad have any relative, whether distant or not, named Ameris?” I bit my lip nervously, hoping to come out with positive news. “No, I don't think so, sweetie. At least, not that I know of. You see, your dad was an orphan and he was quite a loner. He never mentioned anybody, so I can't say,” she replied truthfully.

Fiona stood at the door without coming in, but her heels were loud. Dad picked up Mom's chart and frowned. "This is bad. Why didn't you say anything?" Mom was propped against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. "If I had, what then?" Dad opened his mouth. Nothing came out. From the doorway Fiona called, soft, "Alex, baby, I’m not feeling great..." Dad looked back at her, then at Mom. In the end he stood up. On his way out he said, "You rest. I'll take care of things at home."

Tony With Matt and I getting out of business school and starting this new business, it’s been hard getting the capital to purchase all of the stuff needed to get our place up and running. I wish we were much farther along than we were, but shit happens. My deadbeat father was supposed to help out and be a financial backer for our company but decided that it wouldn’t be a good investment for him and pulled out. I didn’t want to bank on him helping us, but I knew Matt was really hoping he would come through because my sperm donor had the financial means to do so. And just like I assumed, he didn’t come through; I had been dealing with that all my life. That’s why my Mom moved on as soon as sh

“I was just curious. I wanted to know what you looked like in the flesh. I'm not excited to see you, why should I be?” Okay, this was not going well. Think Dylan. Think fast. “Because…well, because I'm your dad! I'm sure you missed me while growing up.” “Yes, at some point I did; all my friends had a dad, and sometimes they made fun of me at school for not having one, but my mom was always there for me and made me feel better, so eventually, I got over it. Plus, I figured if you were alive but you weren't with us, it was your own choice.”

She also said Eugene had seen Ian as his biological father since he was a child, and she couldn't let anyone destroy everything they had built. Ian, however, had already tuned her out. He immediately hung up on her. The room fell into a dead silence. After a long while, he looked at me and said hoarsely, "I'll deal with her." I looked up at him calmly. "It doesn't matter who you deal with. It won't bring Mom back." Ian looked as if those words had nailed him to the spot. For what felt like an eternity, he didn't make another sound. … In no time, things spiraled out of control. Ian began to look into the money he thought he had given Mom and me over the years. The results showed that not a si

“It’s too sweet. “Even sweeter than the drink Mom had in the hospital that day.” Sniffing back a sob, I tried hard to suppress the tremor in my voice. “Happy birthday, Artie. “Mom misses you.” That night, Logan set off fireworks all night long for Jenny’s son. I, too, sat beside my son’s portrait and finished the birthday cake. Dawn came, and I returned to my room to pack my bags. At that exact moment, Logan got home. “Artie, Dad’s back! “There was an emergency mission last night, so Dad couldn’t make it to your birthday.

"I used to tell myself, if I just try hard enough, you'll love me. Really love me." "But I get it now." "Ethan Carter, you never loved me. You just liked being loved like someone would die for you." Dad took a step back, like something had hit him in the chest. "That's not true. My tests were to prove you were worth it. If you'd passed all of them, I would've only ever wanted you." "I don't want that." Mom cut him off. "I don't want any of it." She coughed twice, and a thread of red appeared at the corner of her mouth.

God, I'm such an idiot. “I call him Babe.” My dad’s jaw drops. “Babe?” I bite the inside of my cheek. “That’s his name. I mean, that’s what I call him.” “Are you out of your mind? What’s his real name?” Fuck! “He...” I stammer. “He’s very private.” Dad’s face hardens. “So private that his girlfriend doesn't even know his name?” “He doesn't like publicity.” “Enough!” my dad slams a hand on the living room table, making everyone jump.